Life — January 19, 1905 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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MODERN VERSION OF A Letter. T ) THE EDITORS OF LIFF, New York City. Guxtteme Colun vuccurs to me that it may be soothing to know that the picture of the Harvard issue, bro (laughter, even from Harvard gradu- ¢ in the borderland between the two What basis of fact did Mr. F For some y © your eleven of 1909, in last wee rs we have been an witha back in the nineties, wh the Harvard line resembled the keyboai ly son of Yale on the side lines blue toa touchdown on Harvant ory, a piano, som assisted by rolling a watermelon out on the field, he Harvard line of ev thereby depriving other man, Did an actual occurrence this story and your picture ? Very truly yours, BALTIMORE, JAN. 2, 1905 wean The Real Thing. “NYJHY do you call your auto she?” * Because it is alw at critical moments, raising the devil most of the time, and keeps me broke." s breaking down FIERY CHARIOT. «Romance? Repeats Itself. OSEPH CONRAD'S novel, J mance,” has a vivid description « lin an English court of justice i h there has been a confusion of identity. Te cis being tried and convicted he crimes of another man, and is on the point of being sentenced to be hanged, when new witnesses, strong] backed, intervene and save him. The determination of the Court to hang him, and the indifference of the Judge to all efforts made by him, or in his be- half, to prove that he is not the man accused, are impressively set forth. Whoever read the passage must recall it when he reads that much of the blame for the miscarriage of justice in the famous Adam Beck case in England has been laid by the com- mittee of inquiry on Sir Forrest Fulton, “who excluded from Beck's trial 1896 all evidence favorable to the accused, and who refused to state a case for the consideration of the higher court.” Beck, as will be recalled, got, and served, five years in prison, with Sir Forrest's compliments, for prison 73 crimes done by John Smith, and was actually again convicted in 1904 of more crimes done by the same perpe- trator. By good luck, and nothing else, the truth came out a/ter his last trial, and then the whole story of his sufferings was disclosed, and raised a tremendousrow. It must be mortifying to Sir Forrest Fulton to know that he permitted the London police to railroad an innocent man to prison, but it is a grand lesson to English crimi judges, and a lesson which, according to all accounts, they needed. It affords also an interesting corollary to the Maybrick case, British courts seem to err almost as much in the direction of failure to protect the innocent, as « courts do in failing to convict and punish the guilty. A Tragedy of the Track. (A MALLAD OF MIXED MECHANICS) HE crowd was gathered at the start, The auto course was clear, ‘The stern chauffeur upon the seat Was Chauncey Vere de Vere. Like galioping tuberculi ‘The thing began to cough, Brave Chauncey seized the what's-it's-n A shot and they were off f His en Imported from Paree, His tires, I wot, were you: know=w hat The kind they ought to be, ne was a thing-um-bo)) Small wonder, then, that More swiftly than the wynde— fore him lay the open course, His rivals all behind, ncey spe But Chauncey looked with angy Upon his steering gear— The crack-a-jack was out of whack And acting very queer. The thing-macjig began to dig, Phe what's-it’s-name to pop, And shame, oh, shame! the auto came Abruptly to a stop ! With leers and jeers and dastard ‘The rival cars shot by— Their spunk was up to Their hopes and speed were high. the cup, Bui prone beneath his moveless car shed hero lay— No hope was his—the funn Had broken quite away. biz So Vere de Vere, the chauffeur, wept Beside a wayside ditch, * All lost!" he cried, * because of that Defective ask-me-which !” Wallace Irtvin comicbooks.com